Perdóname

Nope.No song follows through.
I just felt it relevant to quote Dean Martin's celebrated piece of music for the subject of this entry.

Perdóname. Forgive me.

Not that the whole World Wide Web or what I consider to be my alternate universe would stop doing their thingamajigger without an update from this space. But please. Do understand that as a writer we can only assume that some people are actually sparing some of their time to read our pieces for the heck of it.

Haters. Stalkers. Readers. Followers. I couldn't care less. So long as they make an effort to type my url and skim my site, I'd give them A for effort in a heartbeat. (Hi to my "followers," especially the ones with their tiny faces embedded on the right side of my sidebar)

That being said, do pardon my lack of substantial updates when a lot is evidently going on in my life right now. Good and bad. I can't really say as of the moment. But what I know for sure is right now, my head and my heart, for that matter are in a limbo. Not to mention the fact that my blog seriously needs to rise a scale higher.

For the longest time, I have dreamt of my blog to becoming a repository of worth-while content where others could extract something of the essence. Not necessarily inspirational, for I myself plead guilty that I'm searching for it; just something that they can nod and say "Hey, this loony kinda makes sense" or "Whaddaya know, we're not the only ones on that boat!" Something that readers can relate to. Could be something that's more realistic and entertaining than my day-to-day stunts.

Although originally this 'online journal' is all about being filled with thoughts and realities that gave me a strong hankering to put down a book, set a conversation on hold, storm to my mac or simply scribble words out of a worn-out tissue paper. Occurrences in a life of 23-year-old magazine editor that are too had to miss. Some event that prodded me so much to set everything aside for what I consider to be something concretely significant. Then again, what I see as crucial may not even merit a second-look to others, who are far more profound thinkers than a shallow ruminating girl like me. Am I making some point here?

And I again had one of those word-vomit-moments when I just let my hands do their thing.

Putting aside all those babbles, I have once and for all determined what I want my blog to tackle for 2011. YES!! I can almost reach for the sky and hear the bells and the angels singing on this epiphany. Actually, scrap that.

Again.
I have once and for all determined what I want my WEBSITE to tackle. I wanted my posts to be more personal yet insightful to Filipina yuppies like I am. Pretty much, Filipina yuppies' bible to conquering the world. (Chic title, wouldn't you say?) Whether it be under commuting, shopping, dining, traveling, relationships, family and career, they would learn pieces from my quirky, pertinent and emphatic posts.

OHMYGOD! I can actually see the success of the mere idea. Happiness!!! :D

Perhaps that's all for now, I badly need to hit the sack for the much needed energy for tomorrow's WE13 post-mortem meeting. Yikes!

Photo by Kabazzang

PS. Stumbled upon this picture of a ballerina and I suddenly remembered how much I dreamt to be one when I was younger. Making this work in progress a reality is almost as close to attaining that ballerina dream. It's not really connected to one another though. :p


Toodles.